Sunday, November 22, 2009

She Ruled With A Wooden Spoon

An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite ravioli wafting up the stairs.He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen, where if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were hundreds of his favorite ravioli.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the ravioli was already in his mouth. With a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of the table, when suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife who said:

"Va' via"

"Questi sono per il funerale."
(Translation - Go away! - these are for the funeral).


Laurie said...

Oh my gosh, that made me laugh out loud!!

girasoli said...

And here I thought this was going to be one of those sentimental stories... This cracked me up!! :)

menehune said...

LOL-A surprise of an ending! Great story. The ravioli photo could have been a snapshot from my upbringing - sadly, the wooden spoon as well:-) m

nancyhol said...

I had a feeling about the outcome of this story.

Poor old guy - I hope he got a farewell ravioli.

Sandra said...

Oh, my gosh, what a surprise ending. It sure made me laugh!!

Anne said...

Buahahahahaha!!! Thanks Barb for making me laugh out loud - literally! Too funny, I love it! Was so not expecting that twist at the end :)

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